The past 2 weeks seem to have been mainly working and drinking and eating all interwoven into each other. This is both a good and bad thing. Good because obviously there is the drinking and the eating and bad because this comes at a time when I should really be doing the working. Luckily now the working bit has died down…but then so has the drinking and eating. Hmmm, didn’t plan that too well did I?
We’ve had company celebrations (non-Christmas ones these) with nibbles and wine and when they ran out of wine (yes we drank them dry) rum and gin and vodka in the afternoon on a Wednesday. I was drunk by 4pm, eating a curry by 7pm, sober by 8.30pm and had a hangover by 9pm. Weird. Then there was the department Xmas lunch which yours truly arranged. Thank goodness it all seemed to go off without a hitch and everyone had a good time, no one punched anyone, fell in a river or went missing. Many pats on the back for
Actually it was pretty uneventful but still a lot of fun. We all went by cab and as we arrived ordered some drinks at the bar. Ginger was tucking into a lovely glass of rose champagne when I got there so I ordered the same. Then sit down for the meal, order some wine and chow down. My table consisted of Ms Rigsby, Harley, Ginger and a guy from the other end of the office who at work is a total tosser and out of work actually quite nice which was a good mix. We spent a lot of the evening winding up Ms Rigsby (well it is SO easy to do!) about the waiters and various other members of staff she might fancy around the place. I told her eventually that if she stopped rising to it I’d get bored and stop doing it but she didn’t seem to learn her lesson. I think the fact she was quite smashed after 2 glasses of wine didn’t help matters either and I quite enjoyed, particularly at the end of the evening when she kept putting her head on Harley’s shoulder and going “Oh Harley I’m soooo drunk!” Bless. These young folk don’t know how to hold their drink.
Harley was also on good form and knocking them back. He was also quite keen on ‘getting a round in’ seeing as he wasn’t actually paying for them. Completely ratted by the time I left and he had to get back to the countryside. He did make it, getting an ill-advised kebab along the way.
As I was in charge of booking the place Moon Monkey kept on asking me how the tab was going. My main response tended to be “I have no idea” and I would get a worried glance back. Look mate, I booked the table, you got your turkey what more do you want? Plus if I told him he might cut it off….. Eventually after Harley had got the 59th round in MM came to the bar and asked me to close the tab which I did. I was bought the bill by a very nice and polite waiter and then after a quick glance gave it to the Moon Man and ran away.
£2,500 (including a £300 tip)…
After reading the bill we needed to re-open the tab to get him a stiff drink. Then he went off to argue the toss over the tip as the service wasn’t THAT amazing and muttering something about ‘late vegetables’.
“Just put it through expenses MM”
“Do you know who my manager is?! The head of finance!!”
“Calm down, look do you want another drink?”
“Oh ok”
That’s the thing about the Moon Man, he might be a bit of a stipler for the rules but he likes a good drink. Thank god. Anyway I heard on the grape vine that Finance spent just as much and there’s less of them than us so ner.
£2,500?! I can hear you screaming it from here. Yes well it turns out that glass of rose champagne? £11. That bottle of wine they were ordering on the table next to me? £45. The champagne cocktail that Gunner got for Ms Rigsby to get her drinking again? £13. I think perhaps the choice of venue might account for the final tab.
Well I do have exceptional taste.
So that ends the Christmas celebrations here at Freaky Central. It’s been a good run and I have made the very most of it. I’m just looking forward to the New Year and what socials, celebrations and soirees 2011 brings. They’re bound to run out of money eventually so we need to make the most of this while we can!
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